I can't handle praise now
And that's the TRUTH
My flesh is out of control
And that's the ROOT
Of ALL my EVIL
And ALL my pain
The reason I'm inconsistent
The reason I'm lame
Instead of being sound
And Full of swagger
Not appreciating each breathe
Not trying to gather
All the positive thoughts
GOD has about me
Instead of looking at HIM
I'm looking at 'the'
Failures I've chosen
And adding their cost
Needing to PRESS FORWARD
Taking back that which was lost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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